Page 95 of Stanton Unconditional

CHAPTER 15

Natasha

I’m hot, so hot I may vomit. Oh God, I feel bad. I blow out a deep breath and rub my face in disgust. I don’t even remember getting home last night…how in the hell did I get home? I put my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes as my head starts to thump. I’m not getting out of bed today. I just feel too sick. A hand slides up my leg and onto my behind, my eyes widen, and I jump in shock. I roll over in a rush. I didn’t know I was in bed with someone. Who in the hell am I in bed with?

To my utter relief it is my love.

Joshua is fast asleep and naked next to me…holy shit. I look down in a rush. I’m naked too. Shit. We had sex and I was too bloody drunk to even know about it. What an idiot. I need to do some immediate repair work. I hop out of bed as quietly as I can and tiptoe to the bathroom. My eyes widen at the mirror. Holy crap, I look like total shit. I quickly jump in the shower and start to wash myself double time as I dry-retch.

Why do I feel so sick? I don’t even feel like I’ve had sex, not that I would remember what that feels like. I wash my hair, brush my teeth, remove my makeup and exit the shower in three minutes flat. Please let him still be asleep. I head back to the bedroom and thankfully he is. I take off my towel and hop back into bed with him. He feels so warm, so hard. I nuzzle into his chest and cuddle him as I pull the blankets back over us. Being so warm and in his arms again I feel myself relax and doze back into slumber.

I wake gently to the feeling of gentle kisses trailing down over my shoulder. I smile while my eyes still stay closed.

“Morning,” I whisper.

“Morning, Miss Marx,” he whispers as he bends and kisses my neck.

Mmm, that feels good. His hand runs freely up and down my body as he leans on the other one for support.

My eyes open slowly, and I look at him.

“How did we get home last night?”

He smiles. “You were very drunk, so I brought you home and ended up staying with you.”

I smile shyly. “Oh.”

“We didn’t have sex, don’t worry,” he whispers as he kisses my neck again.

Why in the hell would I worry? That is the last thing I would ever worry about. My head drops back to give him better access to me.

I frown. “We didn’t?”

He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t want you to hate me and accuse me of taking advantage of you.”

I look at him sadly.

“I could never hate you Joshua, you know that.” I bring my hand up to rest on his cheek.

His eyes meet mine and he nods and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. “I could never hate you either,” he whispers.

The close proximity of his body next to mine reminds me we are naked. “If we didn’t have sex, why are we both naked?”

He smiles. “You undressed us both, did a dance for me, then fell asleep.”

I bite my bottom lip in embarrassment. Why am I so ridiculous?

“Dance, oh jeez, that must have been entertaining.”

He smirks. “It was actually.”

“Did you take me while I slept? I know you like that,” I whisper as I lean in and gently kiss his lips, my lips lingering over his.

He pulls me closer to him and I feel his erection up against my stomach.

He brushes my hair off my face. “I do love that, but I didn’t,” he breathes.

He kisses me, his tongue gently searching my mouth, his hand moving to the back of my head to hold me how he wants me.